Clarke
"Bellamy" I breathe softly into his hair; warmth radiating off our bodies as I drink in the sharp blues of the sky above us. I take one last breathe of him, drinking in the rich pine smell I distinguish him my. I linger, telling myself to pull away yet longing so much to hold on for just a little while longer. I know that when we break apart, so will this delicate bubble of escape; escape from constant fear and ever present responsibility, threatening to crush my lungs with its weight. We live in unwavering fear. Festering from every angle; fear of the grounders; fear of each other; fear from the earth itself and most of all fear of the unknown. We do not know if we will live or die within the next hour much less the next year. We do not know if the ark will come for us or what that means for this tenuous young society that we have built. And at the top of it all is Bellamy and I, de-facto leaders in this world of chaos we have created. There is little to define in our world, we cannot define our leadership, our political relationship with the grounders nor the nature of our conflict. We have no definition for our societal structure or our place in this brave new world. All we know is this, I love Bellamy Blake. I thrive on his strength and he lives off my steadiness. We compliment each other, balancing out the good and the bad, leaving a blanket of pure colliding energy that somehow against the odds, makes our community strong. This is what makes our society strong. And this is how we keep each other from falling into darkness.
Bellamy pulls me closer, and I protest weakly "no we can't. I can't, It's not a good time.."
He cocks his head to the side and smiles, pleading," Come on Princess, I love you. I just have this feeling this is meant to be. Nothing feels more right than being here with you in my arms."
He kisses me deeply, running his hands down my arms. I can feel myself loosing control and I feel the electricity between us numbing me. I cannot fight this anymore. I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling his muscles contracting under his skin as our bodies move with each other.
Bellamy
I run back to camp. My body moving almost on instict as I avoid tree roots and stones with ease. This environment feels so right, we are in sync with nature even after generations of being out of its reach. returning has given me a new sense of belonging I never had on the Ark. I breathe in deeply as I enter the gates of the 100's tented community and I smile for what seems like such a long time. Despite my inner demons and personal faults I know this is where I'm supposed to be. My smiles as I see Clarke, her torso bent over, her shoulders tense as her whole body contracts. I am instantly at her side pulling up her hair and letting her lean on me as she looses her balance. I let her throw up, not minding if she gets any on me as I concentrate on making sure she is not hurt in any way. Topically she seems fine, her head is not warm and her hands aren't shaking. She isn't loosing blood and she doesn't seem injured. We haven't been eating anything that we aren't positive is safe and we haven't had meat for months since the fall. As she gains control she whispers weakly, " Bellamy I think I should go see Raven" I simly nod as I look in concern at her glazed eyes and sallow cheeks. She struggles to walk and almost trips but I swoop down and carry her swiftly to Ravens tent.
'Raven!', I demand. 'Whats wrong with her?'
She shrugs off the anger rising in my voice, keenly hearing the worry lacing my sharp words. "I promise I'll figure it out Bellamy give me a minute to asses what you've given me here."
I nod sullenly, focusing on Clarke's sprawling form as Raven takes her pulse and checks her breathing.
"Well her breathing sounds good and her heart rate is steady but, wait. Bellamy?" her voice rises slightly in pitch and I can hear the concern in her voice, striking fear in my own.
"What Raven whats wrong?"
"Pass me the first aid kit." I do without hesitation as she gently pricks her finger. dripping a small amount of blood into a yellow tube. You'll have to give the test a second, now Clarke," she says steadlily moving her attention to Clarke," You probably know how this stuff works better than I do how long am I supposed to wait?"
I see clarkes eyes fill with dread as she meets Ravens solemn gaze, "Ive seen my mom do them I think it only takes a second.
Fear overtakes me briefly as I demand, "What is that whats wrong with her."
Neither meets my gaze as raven unhelpfully says ," we'll know in a minute" her eyes glued to the menacing meter.
We wait. i dont know what for but we are searching, waiting for something to happen Clarke whispers into the silence, it should turn blue if its positive. Just as she says this the little vial begins to fade into a dull blue and it grows brighter until it is a visible vibrant sky color. My heart pounding I yell impatiently, "What what does blue mean? Why aren't either of you communicating with me? Whats wrong with her"
A long moment of silence follows as Clarke, now an ashen grey replies in a terrified murmur, "Im..im pregnant."
Bellamy
This has caught me off gaurd. This diagnosis is not what I expected, I was ready to be crushed, to do everything to keep Clarke safe. I never would have guessed this would be tied to me. I was involved, I am part of the risk factor. Anything that happens to her or the baby is my responsibility.
Oh god the baby. My baby will be born into this world we still do not fully understand. I am twenty years old. Clarke is seventeen. Neither of us have anywhere to look for guidance yet we are responsible for the lives of everyone here. The course of our lives are dictated soley by the availability of meager supplies and the grounders tenuous threat to our survival. Everything about our lives rest on a single thread. This is the world a child will be born into. A helpless baby, born into the chaos of this world that could easily burn up in flames. Yet, a baby could also be its the hope, the light of salvation. New life represents the sucess of our people, we are not temporary. We can make this our brave new world. We can erase the mistakes of our ancestors, heal the scars of a destructive nuclear war. A baby is that hope, that we can survive. a baby, Clarkes and Mine, can be the ties that bind the 100- We are not a group of hapless teenagers, bringing chaos and destruction to this pristine world we cannot comprehend. We are the future. We can make or break this world.
I sink to the floor of the tent, I sniff and smile tentatively at Clarke. In her face is mirrored the same apprehensive hope, maybe we can make this work. This same tentative joy, the will to maybe possibly hope for happiness that seems to be buzzing through me is reflected in her glimmering eyes. I pull her into my arms and whisper, "So princess, think we can make this a good thing?"
She snuggles into my shirt, her nose pressed against my neck and breathes, "I think we can make this work"
